We watch the season
Pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced;
Another sun soaked season fades away
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Yesterday was brilliant.

Much, much, much love to Max and Ting-- you two are the best; and I have absolutely no idea what I'd do without you.

Yeah, so.

Maxy and Ting came over, and then we all gussied up (I did the least gussying up, though. Yay go me.) and Ting must've tried on four different outfits-- at least.
I kid you not.

And with each new outfit, the conversation would aaaalways go something along the lines of:

Ting: ...Do I look fat in this? :/
Cara: No.
Maxy: No.
Ting: Are you sure?! *pinches imaginary spare tyre* No-o, I look so fat in this! (!!!)
Cara: *raises eyes towards ceiling*
Maxy: Oh God help us.

And then we (finally) headed over to Holland V-- which, we all have agreed, is one of the sweetest places ever. Everything's just so warm and mellow and golden there.
I like going to Holland V.

We got ourselves cushy seats in Starbucks, and then we had fraps and muffins and shared Oreo cheescake (Hey. Everything in moderation, right?), and then talked and laughed until it was time to go.

After which we got a taxi (I wanted the pretty silver one, but some nasty lady snatched it before we could get to it; and then there was only the not-so-nice-looking green one left- which I didn't want- but luckily somebody snatched that before we could reluctantly go in; so we ended up taking a black cab.)

(I like black cabs.)

and when we got there, it was kinduv creepy.
I mean- we couldn't see anyone. And everything was just quiet and tranquil and verrrrry un-dinneranddance-esque.

What ensued was really stupid- Sherman waiting for us just a flight of steps away, and us waiting impatiently for him just a flight of steps down; and neither party realizing that the other party was a few feet away, waiting.

Which was dumb.

Anyway. We eventually (finally, after long last!) found our way into the party...and yeah, MaxTing took some time to warm up to Sherman, but after that ahverything was puhretty cool.

Maxy and Ting had one too many mocktails and wound up getting really high on me. :/

...Which was...weird.

I felt like the only sane person, between the three of them-- and that's saying a whole lot.

(Usually, it'd be all, "Cara, you're so weeeeeyrd!", or "Cara, why're you so odd?!" or something along those eggstremely sensitive lines. Last night was a nice change. Nice to feel normal once in a while. I should get out more often.)













(I thought this picture was pretty neat.
Like, woohoo. Aura.
When we saw it, we were all, "...Whoaaa we've died and gone to Heaven!" , and I still think it's kinduv sortuv reaaaally unfair that he's got such a bright aura. :/
Ah well. Next time will have to do.)


I've got more pics (some of which I shall steal from Maxy)-- and when I get them, I'll upload them again.

So yeah.

We danced and laughed and got high,
and made memories and twenty years down the road, we'll look back and say

it was a perfect shade of dark blue.

<3